The lyrics for about half of the songs we've made so far were written while I was living on a mattress on the living room floor some friends kindly let me crash on for a while. The place was being bought and refurbished last year so the landlord was loading the entire contents of the house into a van to go the dump as we left - it's sad to think future generations of 20-somethings won't get to see the stacks of weird 70s porn that were hidden in the cupboards. And that children might be raised in that house. I'm so grateful to those friends but it's not the easiest position to be in, not having somewhere you can comfortably call home. Your bed is your desk is your dining table, you live out of your suitcase, there's always noise so you don't really read and people are constantly coming and going so it's difficult to have any semblance of routine.

At the same time, I'd had a lot of different jobs and I'd spent some time at university so I'd met a lot of people who had become anything from best friends to strangers. It just felt like so many things were so temporary or useless and there was this bit in 'Anagrams' by Lorrie Moore - "I could not be enough of the world for him. A woman could never be enough of the world, I thought, though that was what a man desired of her, though she flap her arms frantically trying." - that I kept going back to. I thought it was a perfect way to explain why some things stick and some don't, that people and jobs and hobbies don't have to be the whole world to you, but they have to be enough.

It formed the first line of what became 'Small Talk', which is about all of the above. It's about living on the surface and committing to nothing, where everything feels like small talk and there's no conversation. It's an easy way to live in a sense because you're not responsible for anything, but at the same time I think you can only sustain that for a little while.